Chapter 2: This is Sam Fisher. He will be your instructor

Author's note: I apologize for the delay between chapters and I know that Ranma probably wouldn't get grabbed, but these are four 300-pound guys we're talking about, so for god's sake, don't get all freaking pissed at me because I made Ranma get grabbed. Now, onto the next chapter!

Nothing could have been worse. Ranma was captured by four smelly guys and locked in a van with a sack over his head. He thought that he must have been riding for a couple of hours now, but he couldn't be sure. Anyway, why would they want him? He had no money and banished demons plus killed a demi-god. Yeah, he was a regular 16 year old.

A couple of hours later (or so it seemed) the van stopped and he was roughly thrown out. Ranma could feel himself being carried and then deposited onto a soft surface. The sack was taken off, scratching his face. He found himself in a white room with a bed and sink. Upon having the sack taken off he was confronted by a fat black man. Though old and balding, he had an air of power around him that commanded Ranma to listen.

"Ranma Saotome, I presume" Them man said

His Japanese was a bit rusty (it had a bad accent), but Ranma could make it out

"Yeah, who do you think it is, you old fat abductor" Ranma said rebelliously, adding as much venom as he could into the phrase.

"Don't make me angry boy, I have a lot of ways to get rid of you."

Ranma gulped audibly (to make sure that the man understood he got the message).

"Good. My name is Lambert. We'll leave it at that for now. I am part (actually pretty much the head) of Third Echelon, a secret arm of the U.S. government. We use what are called "Splinter cells" who go out and do what we ask them to do, everything from assassinations to information gathering. This is classified and I wouldn't be telling you this unless I had a really good reason and I do. You see, you are the best possible candidate for the job of new splinter cell."

Lambert let that hang in the air for a bit until Ranma let out a huge disbelieving laugh

"You mean that me, a 16 year old Japanese martial artist, is the best you can recruit? Oh this is fresh, kill me now."

"We very well could" Lambert said menacingly. Ranma's wild whoops stopped abruptly.

"Wh-what do you mean?"

"These are desperate times and the president has authorized me to cut any 'loose ends'. Before I actually have to kill you, let me show you something"

Lambert took out a small piece of paper from his pocket and spread it out in front of Ranma. Ranma's eyes grew wide.

"This is how much I get? Insurance, this 6-figure account and the option of having a normal life except when called back? That's it?"

"Oh and you'll have to come back to America with us."

Ranma thought about what he was leaving behind: a perverted master, a tomboy who he loved but couldn't bear, a directionless guy who changed into a pig, a goose who turns into a guy and a woman who turns into cat. He thought hard.. for about 10 seconds

"Take me away"

Third Echelon facility

, CO

May 7th, 2007

"This is your room," the army man said, pointing to a door in the wall.

Ranma opened it with a squeak. The room was simple with a bed, toilet, TV, magazines books and an Xbox 360. Well, maybe not so simple.

He laid aside his bag that had his possessions. He had gone back home in the middle of the night and taken the bag and his possessions without being seen.

Ranma decided to play on the Xbox for a bit until Lambert came with further orders.

The sky was beginning to darken by the time Lambert came in.

"Ah, Ranma. Having a good time?" He asked.

Ranma shut off the Xbox and answered "Sure"

"Good, because your relaxing time is over. We need to train you."

"I've been training all my life. What will more training do?"

"I mean training in the skills that you need like armaments, sneaking skills and other things. You will be instructed by one of the best."

At the end of his words a man walked in. His hair was graying, but he was powerfully built and seemed ready to kill anything

"This is Sam Fisher and he will be your instructor"